Page 60 of Guardian's Destiny

His hands grabbed my hair, pulling it back and my head with it so he could press his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to receive his greedy kiss, nipping at his lower lip. He was still inside me when he rolled us around, so he was on top now. He took one of my legs and… what the hell was he doing? He moved it over his head and suddenly I found myself on my stomach,still impaled by his still hard cock. My entire body trembled in anticipation, and he didn't disappoint. He moved my hips up.

"Such a nice ass," he pressed a kiss first on one cheek, then the other, before he cupped them, making me moan. Then he gripped my hips. "Hold on."

It was a good thing he warned me because that's all I could do for the next few minutes. I held on to the sheets as if my life depended on it while he thrust in and out of me mercilessly. I didn't think I would come again, but I already felt it building up.

Low mewls escaped me as my breasts moved up and down while he kept fucking me from behind with an intensity that soon made me see stars. My grip on the sheets tightened, and I bit into a scrunched up pile to muffle my screams as he wrung another orgasm out of me that left me a trembling mess underneath him. But he still wasn't done. Repeating the acrobatic move from earlier, he swung me around again. I tried to move my hips, I really did, but every muscle of mine was jelly now I could barely lift my head.

"Sloane," he grunted. Sweat trickled down his neck; he looked like a god.

"Sloane," he repeated, again and again, before he bellowed, "MINE!"

That little word was enough to push me over the edge for a third time in the span of an hour. This chauvinistic declaration was so primal, so… male, that I cried his name and knew and accepted that, yes, I was his. I had finally found a man who would hold his own against me. One, I could lose myself to, without losing who I was.

VRAAX

MINE!

Nothing had ever meant this much to me than this one little word. It encompassed my life, my everything. Her.

"Say you're mine," I whispered.

Her eyes, which had been clouded dreamingly, changed as reality caught up with her, and I cursed myself. I didn't stop her when she rose from where she had been lying on my chest, pulling the covers up all the way to her throat. "Say you will take me to Astrionis."

Hurt for her not committing to me the way I desired pierced my heart, and I steeled it with anger. "I already promised you I would. But please enlighten me, what could possibly be there that is more important than getting to Darlam?"

She glared at me. If she had been able to, I was sure fire would have shot from her eyes and burned me on the spot. I watched her swallow and emotions play over her expression as she collected herself.

"I have a message I need to deliver to a very important person." She selected her words carefully, too carefully.

I narrowed my eyes at her as jealousy blinded me and called up a rage the likes I had never known before. She had a messagefor a veryimportant person? Important how? Who? Space Guardians were the most powerful force in the universe. There was nobody more important than us. Unless… the thought hit me like a laser beam to the heart, clouded my judgement as more of temper flared. Unless it was a male she was referring to, and he was more important toherthan me.

"I need to get to Astrionis now," she either wasn't aware of my rising temper or chose to ignore it. With her, I assumed the latter. "Or Pandrax, whichever is closer. I have been working with?—"

"You know the others are waiting for us." I interrupted her, realizing too late that she had been about to tell me something. But I had never felt anger like this before, and I didn't know what to do with it. Or how to control it.

She still remained calm, which infuriated me all the more when she agreed. "I do. I understand how important this is to you. But you need to understand that this is important to me too. It won't matter if the others will have to wait a day or two, whereas what I need… It's a matter of life or death."

"You know I can't leave you there," I warned. Why was she being so obstinate?

"I just need to… talk to someone."

Red dots appeared in front of my vision. "Who?"

Now she looked alarmed, as if she had finally figured out that my temper had reached its boiling point.

"Does that really matter?" She asked defensively. "Look, I've been nothing but supportive of your mission. Can you just take a few days to support mine?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, still holding out hope there wasn't another male, "If you tell me why this is so frygging important that you want me to abandon?—"

"I'm not asking you to abandon shit," she snarled, as her temper rose too.Good, finally. I needed to know that she feltsomething, too, even if it was anger. She got off the bed and pulled the blanket with her.

"I'm asking you to trust me for a few days. Like I have been trusting you." She sounded so reasonable, but an edge had slithered into her tone, and somehow, it irked me even more.

I rolled out of bed, pulling up my pants, which had been discarded on the floor. "I do trust you, but I need to know why I'm putting the most important mission of my life on hold."

"It's complicated." She glared at me. Daring me.

"Try me." I did dare.

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